“Menopause is murder . . .”

Meet Debbi Dickerson: mousy, codependent housewife who, at age forty-seven, feels her life is over. Her dreams of being an artist have long been discarded in the wake of her failing marriage, and her kids think she’s invisible. She’s stuck on the hamster wheel, going nowhere.

That is, until menopause blindsides her. Derailed by one symptom after another, Debbi struggles to find a way to quell the hot flashes, night sweats, sudden panic attacks, and unbridled rage. The gals in her scrapbooking club give her advice on how to survive menopause, but nothing seems to help . . . except killing.

Meet Jerry Dickerson, Debbi’s husband: arrogant, insensitive, all-around jerk, whose greatest dream as a homicide detective is to catch a serial killer and be admired, for once. So when a series of strange deaths break out in Tacoma, Washington, Jerry is elated, but the pressure is on to catch the killer.

Jerry’s boss, Sergeant Myra Manners, is also going through menopause and makes his life hell. And then there’s his teenage daughter dishing out hormones like Girl Scout cookies. Seriously, what’s a misogynist to do? Have an affair with some bubblehead, of course.

Debbi discovers Jerry’s infidelity and decides to kill off his girlfriend. But along the way, bodies start piling up, and Jerry’s suspicions of Debbi grow. Could his wife actually be the Tacoma Terror?

Debbi, channeling Tacoma’s claim to criminal fame, Ted Bundy, evades capture as she reinvents her life. No longer painting cutesy Hallmark cards, she lets loose her rage on the canvas, throwing paint and dishes, and at a friend’s urging takes the abstracts to a high-end gallery in Seattle. To Debbi’s shock, she’s hailed as the next Jackson Pollack. But even that great sense of accomplishment can’t stop her from killing more people.

Debbi sees herself as a kind of vigilante, ridding the world of sexist, arrogant, and mean people who deserve their comeuppance. But her killing spree is about to come to a quick end, and she knows it. However, she’s prepared a coup d’etat for her unsuspecting cop husband. More than dishes are going to fly.

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"Women have a lot of excuses to be crazy, and there are a lot of knives around."

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2017-05-18T14:24:53+00:00

"Women have a lot of excuses to be crazy, and there are a lot of knives around."

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"“One minute all was great with the world. The next—I wanted to stab everyone I knew with a fork."

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2017-05-18T14:27:55+00:00

"“One minute all was great with the world. The next—I wanted to stab everyone I knew with a fork."

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"Those men had it coming to them. They didn’t have to behave badly. A few manners can go a long way. Why didn’t men understand that? Women just wanted a little respect."

The Menopause Murders

2017-05-18T14:29:29+00:00

"Those men had it coming to them. They didn’t have to behave badly. A few manners can go a long way. Why didn’t men understand that? Women just wanted a little respect."

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"And just how did one recover? Debbi wondered. When your life was in shambles, your husband left you for a younger non-hormonal woman, and you had to quit your job because you couldn’t concentrate, what options were left?"

The Menopause Murders

2017-05-18T14:31:06+00:00

"And just how did one recover? Debbi wondered. When your life was in shambles, your husband left you for a younger non-hormonal woman, and you had to quit your job because you couldn’t concentrate, what options were left?"

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"She wondered if hot flashes were more the result of anger than the other way around. Or maybe it was both. They made her angry, which exacerbated the hot flash. Which made her even more hot with anger. A self-perpetuating cycle of madness and pain."

The Menopause Murders

2017-05-18T14:32:02+00:00

"She wondered if hot flashes were more the result of anger than the other way around. Or maybe it was both. They made her angry, which exacerbated the hot flash. Which made her even more hot with anger. A self-perpetuating cycle of madness and pain."

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"Why didn’t more women kill more men while in the throes of menopause? She wanted to strangle Jerry right now. Stick a knife in his heart. Smother him with a pillow over his face, while sitting on his big flabby chest, laughing while he squirmed and flailed. These macabre thoughts railed at her mind. Debbi was no longer stunned by the rage. It was getting to be the new normal."

The Menopause Murders

2017-05-18T14:40:28+00:00

"Why didn’t more women kill more men while in the throes of menopause? She wanted to strangle Jerry right now. Stick a knife in his heart. Smother him with a pillow over his face, while sitting on his big flabby chest, laughing while he squirmed and flailed. These macabre thoughts railed at her mind. Debbi was no longer stunned by the rage. It was getting to be the new normal."

https://www.themenopausemurders.com/testimonials/228/

"Menopause. It had turned his compliant, obedient wife into some kind of monster. No one had warned him. If they had, he would have run as fast as he could from the altar, maybe even joined a monastery. Well, he wouldn’t have done that. But he sure wouldn’t have gotten married. "

The Menopause Murders

2017-05-18T14:44:52+00:00

"Menopause. It had turned his compliant, obedient wife into some kind of monster. No one had warned him. If they had, he would have run as fast as he could from the altar, maybe even joined a monastery. Well, he wouldn’t have done that. But he sure wouldn’t have gotten married. "